A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
Fan Xian was lying on the bed with a haggard look on his face. As soon as he heard her words, he rejected her proposal immediately. This was partially due to the fact that he wasn't confident in her stitching proficiency, and he didn't want his soft, gentle and weak sister to see a gaping cavity in his chest and then actually touch it.
"Wan'er, you should leave." Fan Xian, with a dry voice, continued by saying, "Bring my little sister, as well."
Wan'er did not say anything. She just shook her head lightly. Fan Ruoruo, however, insisted by saying, "My hands are the most steady."
Hearing Lady Fan say something in such confidence, everyone in the room, the Third Bureau leader included, was surprised.